Post by swanson on Jan 3, 2010 17:26:46 GMT -5
ECHO FAE ARIEL SWANSON.
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* FEELS JUST LIKE WE'RE LOSING CONTROL.
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TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
"So..Sooo...OH. My name? My name is Echo Fae Ariel Swanson. Yeah, kinda fairyish name I must say but mhm, that's what my mother and father decided to bless me with. Most people just call me Echo even though my first name is Echo Fae. Honestly, only people who are pissed off with me and my parents use that. So, just use Echo and you're fine if I don't hate you already. Anyways, I was born on the lovely third of May. Yes, I'm a spring baby. It was at approximately three thirty in the morning when I popped out. I'm currently eighteen years old unless I totally just forgot my age but I'm pretty sure I'm eighteen. I'm currently a female...well, not like I was a male any time in this life. Maybe in another one but I'm a chick if you don't believe me I'm sure I can show you. I dropped out of high school when I was in eleventh grade to join a gang. I decided that education was a bunch of bullshit so fuck it. What else, oh I'm pretty straight. I mean of course I've had my fun with some girls but I'm pretty sure I only like men now. Many people tell me I look like that chick from Paramore? What's her bucket Hayley Williams. Yeah, her. I have that bright red hair like her, the green eyes. So, I guess I can see the sexy resemblance. "
TELL US ABOUT YOUR MEDICAL HISTORY.
[/size][/font]"So...Why am I here? Well...that's a good question. I mean it started out when I was thirteen. I just started getting out of hand you could say...I never ever listened to my parents. I stayed out later that I should, ran away a few times. You know normal teenage shit. I guess I started getting worse, like bullying, getting into fights. Destroying things that weren't mind..I um kept robbing places to get more shit...I lied a lot to everyone, ex boyfriends, ex girlfriends at the time, my parents teachers. Everyone. They called it Conduct Disorder. I mean yeah, shit just got worse from there too. I started breaking into houses and stealing from people...I yelled a lot and use to fuck with people just for the fun of it and animals too. I guess I inflicted physical harm to everyone and every thing around me. Not like that I mind. I find it rather entertaining. I honestly never gave a shit if I hurt those people too. Not like they were anything to me. Anyways, there's also another two reasons I'm here. One is because well, I'm fucking insane. For shits and giggles I use to torture the stupid bitches in school who fucked with me. I don't know maybe I really am crazy. Okay, so I have this disorder...It's called Oppositional Defiant Disorder. Mhm, if you haven't noticed I like to argue with everyone. I love fighting with authority. I like have a real problem with them. Apparently, it hinders my behavior. I often refuse to do anything someone older than me tells me to do. It causes me to get angry in a quick second and throw a temper tantrum. My parents just thought I was stubborn but I guess it went with the conduct disorder. I guess it's a good thing though...I mean...who the fuck knows what kinda trouble I'd be getting into if I didn't have it. Probably a lot less."
HOW CAN WE ACCOMODATE YOU BETTER?
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I'm sarcastic and full of lines. I have a anger problem. I could explode at any minute if anyone insults me or pisses me off. As I said I'm not exactly a nice person. I'm not hesitant to beat the shit out of you if I have too. Let's see what do I like after I just gave you a once over on my personality? I like beating people up, throwing shit around. I mean, that's what I had to do right? To get into this fucking gang that I loved. But I love stealing shit, not in the weird obsessive way. Like I can walk into a store and not steal anything...I just like it. What...else? I mean..drugs. I was always into drugs before this shit. Going against what people said, disturbing class. That shit is fun. Torturing stupid people. Yeah, it's fun I mean...when they deserved it. I HATE AUTHORITY. Like a lot dude. I can't stand it or them. People of a higher being or whatever shut the fuck up before I kick your ass no one tells me what to do. I hate jackasses. They annoy me. Anything that annoys me like someone telling me what to wear or whiners. I hate whiners and liars even though I'm certainly on of them. I mean. I guess I'm pretty good at fighting and getting my way a lot. I look innocent enough to trick people into thinking I'm all sweet and cutesy and ooooh look at that cute red head in a skirt. Mhm, bullshit I'm nothing like that. I'm also surprisingly good at singing. Oh, my weakness? My best friend...he's dead though. Nothing to worry about. I mean, was it my fault? Yeah it was. Do I blame myself for it? Yes I do. Look I hate talking about why he is my weakness so no more speaking of it okay? Not my fault he fucking raped me then got into a car crash with me in the front seat. Of course, I planned that shit too. Oh shit, no one was suppose to know about that...Umm, pretend you didn't read that yeah. He did not rape me and I didn't plan his damn death. Yep, that's how it is. I didn't plan anything. Mhm. I'm afraid of someone finding that out honestly, I don't want anything to do with that shit even though it's still on my mind."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PAST.
[/size][/font]"Growing up in Alaska wasn't easy. I hated the cold it was irritating and just made life complicated. That's why we moved in the summer. Constant begging and pleading for years had finally convinced my parents to get me out of the hell hole. My mother, Anberlin Swanson was pregnant with me when she was twenty-four. I had three older siblings already. My older twin brothers, Jagger and Jamie and my older sister Aceline. You could say being the youngest had gotten my older siblings jealous. They were brats. So, my mother met my father in high school. Mr. Alexander Swanson. He was her science teacher. He was twenty-six, she was eighteen when they first met. You could call it love at first time. Against my grandparent's wishes, my mother ran away with my father. Soon after they got married and lived happily ever after. Till I started to grow up. We moved to Seattle, Washington when I was ten.. I was the only one happy to get out of there. My siblings complained about losing friends. I had no friends. I settled into Seattle nicely. It wasn't too bad for my first couple of years. The teasing from my older siblings corrupted me. It wasn't a love/hate relationship between us. It was just hate. I had one friend in school, his name was Oliver. We were best friend since the first time we met. I mean, I don't know why. But he was amazing. Things...got weird when we grew older. I was fifteen and ran away to his house again. My siblings were whatever, all sent away to either jail or a halfway house for drug use or for doing some fucked up shit. Not that I cared I hated them. So, we were at his house and sometimes me and him would just make out because not gonna lie he was cute and shit but then it just went way to far and honestly, you expect me to say yes but I said no and he pinned me down because he was stronger than me and well raped me. After that, my behavior started getting worse because well he did it every time I was there. Finally, I wanted it stopped and I was in a gang and everything seem to be falling apart. We were joy riding and he stole a car and another car, that I had known was coming because I planned the whole thing crashed into us. I opened the damn car door before any shit could happen to me and rolled away. My brothers came back from whatever they were three days after and that's when I started throwing chairs around the house and breaking everything. They took me here to 'get better' but I don't want to get better."
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?
[/size][/font]"Just leave me the fuck alone maybe?."
THE MASTERMIND BEHIND IT ALL.
[/size][/font]hey, my name is AVE.[/color] i have 16[/color] tracks spinning on my record. this is my FIRST[/color] character. i have been roleplaying for 3 YEARS[/color]. the password is silicone and saline poison, inject me[/color].[/font][/size]
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If it was one of those days when Echo Fae could just wake up with no problem...believe me she wouldn't do it. The seventeen year old blond loved her sleep as she was curled up in her bunk with her cat and hugging the pillow to herself. Sleeping was one of her favorite things next to playing bass. Yeah, she was one of those kids who were in it for life. She didn't care if her fingers fell off because of playing so much. "F-fuck the flabbergasted" She muttered as she turned over. It only took a few minutes till she opened her eyes and patted Ram on the head, sitting up in her bunk and hitting her head on the ceiling. "OW FUCK MONKEYS" She exclaimed after she covered her mouth with her hand. "Shit" She whispered as she slid out of the bunk, taking the cat with her. She yawned and ran a hand through her blond hair as she stared down at the ground. She had no idea what the fuck she was doing, and didn't give a shit that much. When the hell did Echo Fae give a shit? Like....Never actually. She let out a soft laugh and pushed herself of the bunk and stood up, throwing her arms up in the air and bending backwards, her back cracking. A smile pressed against her lips as she bent over her bag and pulled out clothes from out of her bag. She took off what she was sleeping in (which was a simple pair of basketball shorts and a tank top) and pulled on the red tickle me elmo shirt and black skinny jeans. She slipped on her shoes and made her way towards the bathroom to do her hair. She really hadn't noticed if anyone was on the bus. Echo was oblivious to those things. If anyone was around, if they were asleep well, at least she was being as quite as she could which was a feat for her. She was loud and fuck and knew it. Echo picked up a brush and ran it through her straight hair a couple times before grabbing her eyeliner and red eyeshadow. She leaned forward on the counter and started applying the black eyeliner to her upper lid, extending the line a little bit after the lash line and did the same on the bottom part of her eyes. After that she took the red eyeshadow and rubbed her finger in it, taking it and rubbing it on her eyelids and then closing the compact, putting it back into her bag and washing her hands to get any make up off.
She walked out of the bathroom and slipped on her shoes. For all she knew Echo could be walking straight to hell and didn't care as long as she was going somewhere she would be fine...which was a good thing right? Right. She just didn't want to be on the bus and shit. She was too tired and needed something to do. Whatever that would be she didn't care. Echo stepped outside and pulled the cigarette pack out of her pocket and a lighter. A tiny bit of fear lit up in her as she flicked the lighter on and held the tiny flame to the small cylinder that hung from between her lips. She inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill her chest as she exhaled. Sighing she started walking around the venue for a few minutes then left the venue itself. She just kept walking down the street and smoking her cigarettes. Echo was just bored and walking around the venue (like she had so many times before) just didn't seem entertaining to her. She took out her ipod and placed the ear buds in her ear as she blasted A Skylit Drive. Echo realized how much she was itching to play bass but that's what she had been doing yesterday. Sighing to herself she made her way into the park and kinda just sat down on a swing, there was no children around so she lit up another cigarette and started smoking instantly. Chain smoking was not the best idea. But she didn't care. She was bored as fuck and entertainment for her didn't normally come walking along. But she was too lazy to find it herself. She always knew that was a bad attribute to her. She was too goddamn lazy unless it came to playing some instruments.
' Oh well, they can suck my dick.' She thought to herself as she took a drag off of the cigarette. She sighed to herself and leaned her head on one of the chains. She could fall asleep she was so bored. Echo started to move back and forth on the swing though, knowing herself she was going to attempt to jump at the highest moment and break some bone or something. She normally did that...Hell, she always did that. She managed to break some bone when she pulled stupid shit. Probably not the best idea but who the hell was controlling her? Not her mother obviously, her mother and father hadn't called her in a few days. That worried her. She actually liked her parents unlike some other people. She cared for him, probably because she was the only child left in her family after her brother killed herself. Even though her herself had a close call with death during the fire. Her hand instant reached over her shoulder to touch the burn scar on her back. She sighed and let her hand grab the chain of the swing and started swinging again. She shouldn't be thinking about that. Taking another drag she flicked the finished cigarette some where off in the park and sighed again. Fuck, she was bored.
